Wear hawaiian shirts on a daily basis
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
I've been on the music shit for around three years
Bitches looking stupid with those big ass fake veneers
My teeth have been crooked
This shawty I'm looking
She right down from Brooklyn
This music what I'm cooking
Went to goodwill and I copped me all this drip
It's a different time, windows down on my whip
Damn, soon my windows will be tint
Flows are fresh as hell, I think I just took a mint
All this music is the only way I cope
With these sadder thoughts, for the future I just hope
That my life isn't by ropes
Hopefully I go up, I'm done being on a slope
One thing that I regret, that I wish that I could prevent
Was the times that I got depressed, in my room, feeling the stress
But the music came with that
But please don't take me back
To those times
It was wack
Hate those times, it was bad
But it gave me the love park tape
Then back to basics, shit was great
Then inspiration, the shit was flames
Now I'm back on, making use of my name
Mad hawaiian tees, inside of my closet, jeez
Cole haan on my feet, prada is the scent I need
Spray it on my chest, this be my cologne flex
Why do you look perplexed This ain't that complexed
Mad hawaiian tees, inside of my closet, jeez
Cole haan on my feet, prada is the scent I need
Spray it on my chest, this be my cologne flex
Why do you look perplexed This ain't that complexed
Wear hawaiian shirts on a daily basis
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
Wear hawaiian shirts on a daily basis
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
Jo Sea - Hawaiian Shirts Lyrics
Jo Sea - Hawaiian Shirts Lyrics
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English
Wear hawaiian shirts on a daily basis
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
I've been on the music shit for around three years
Bitches looking stupid with those big ass fake veneers
My teeth have been crooked
This shawty I'm looking
She right down from Brooklyn
This music what I'm cooking
Went to goodwill and I copped me all this drip
It's a different time, windows down on my whip
Damn, soon my windows will be tint
Flows are fresh as hell, I think I just took a mint
All this music is the only way I cope
With these sadder thoughts, for the future I just hope
That my life isn't by ropes
Hopefully I go up, I'm done being on a slope
One thing that I regret, that I wish that I could prevent
Was the times that I got depressed, in my room, feeling the stress
But the music came with that
But please don't take me back
To those times
It was wack
Hate those times, it was bad
But it gave me the love park tape
Then back to basics, shit was great
Then inspiration, the shit was flames
Now I'm back on, making use of my name
Mad hawaiian tees, inside of my closet, jeez
Cole haan on my feet, prada is the scent I need
Spray it on my chest, this be my cologne flex
Why do you look perplexed This ain't that complexed
Mad hawaiian tees, inside of my closet, jeez
Cole haan on my feet, prada is the scent I need
Spray it on my chest, this be my cologne flex
Why do you look perplexed This ain't that complexed
Wear hawaiian shirts on a daily basis
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
Wear hawaiian shirts on a daily basis
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
I've been on the music shit for around three years
Bitches looking stupid with those big ass fake veneers
My teeth have been crooked
This shawty I'm looking
She right down from Brooklyn
This music what I'm cooking
Went to goodwill and I copped me all this drip
It's a different time, windows down on my whip
Damn, soon my windows will be tint
Flows are fresh as hell, I think I just took a mint
All this music is the only way I cope
With these sadder thoughts, for the future I just hope
That my life isn't by ropes
Hopefully I go up, I'm done being on a slope
One thing that I regret, that I wish that I could prevent
Was the times that I got depressed, in my room, feeling the stress
But the music came with that
But please don't take me back
To those times
It was wack
Hate those times, it was bad
But it gave me the love park tape
Then back to basics, shit was great
Then inspiration, the shit was flames
Now I'm back on, making use of my name
Mad hawaiian tees, inside of my closet, jeez
Cole haan on my feet, prada is the scent I need
Spray it on my chest, this be my cologne flex
Why do you look perplexed This ain't that complexed
Mad hawaiian tees, inside of my closet, jeez
Cole haan on my feet, prada is the scent I need
Spray it on my chest, this be my cologne flex
Why do you look perplexed This ain't that complexed
Wear hawaiian shirts on a daily basis
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
Wear hawaiian shirts on a daily basis
I know that this shawty is f*cking with this new fragrance
It's Prada
Cost nada
I'm off of the drama
I'm tryna make commas
That's word on my momma
Writer: Jose A
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